Author: Richard Saw
Categories: Adult Friends, Athletics
I've been a long-time reader of Nifty, adoring fan of so many writers. While my previous story "Tales of an Aussie Rugby Bottom" was published, this follow-up never was.
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To start the second book, our hero finally meets his daddy!
Further Tale of An Aussie Rugby Bottom - Chapter 1
The night of that... well let's go with orgy' for want of a better word, turned out to be one of the most influential of my life. Curtis, as he told me later, had himself gone to the orgy for the usual reasons a powerful man in his 40's did. Because he could. In real life he was a highly successful oil trader with an equally high-flying partner in banking. They had met at university in the US back in the late 80's and criss-crossed the country as they climbed the ladders of their respective careers -- maintained a long-distance romance during an era where very few firms made even the slightest effort to extend basic rights to same-sex couples. As they became more successful and times changed, their companies paid them more attention and when Curtis was offered a job in London, his partner Sean was able to transfer as well, since they were apparently now at the level where companies where willing to find them jobs'.
The two of them however -- at least as Curtis told it -- had grown accustomed to spending long periods apart. So they didn't baulk at job roles that involved plenty of travel.
A relationship of nearly twenty years can push at the boundaries of monogamy too and they had long kept it a discrete and open relationship, at least -- again -- that's what Curtis said. On that night when we met I didn't have a chance to ask him why he decided to `rescue' me, but I certainly didn't object to it. Curtis was tall and big though not necessarily muscular. He was too busy with work to devote much time to a consistent gym routine and who could blame him?
He walked me out to a room that I didn't recognise where he found my clothes laid out for me. I tried to dress myself and when that proved beyond me, he sat me down and did it for me.
"Do you want to come home with me?" he asked/instructed.
I just nodded, looking at him in a puppy-like manner. So he walked me to his car (I was still none the clearer where in London we had been) and we got in and drove away. I think I fell asleep in the car, waking just as we pulled up outside a townhouse in Kensington. We went in, I jumped into the shower quickly and I was fast asleep before my head had even the chance to hit the pillow.
I woke up the next day, feeling refreshed and then ever so briefly ashamed. Not at what had happened the night before but by the end result which had left me tired and exhausted in the house of a stranger. I mean how rude could I be? I looked around for my clothes, but they were nowhere to be found and all there was left was a white robe pointedly draped over a chair. I got out of the bed, put on the robe, and cautiously walked out of the bedroom, down a hallway and into a large open-planned kitchen.
"Morning sleepy head," my rescuer said, sitting at the table, drinking coffee, and perusing the European Wall St Journal as if nothing had happened.
"Morning," I said, a little fuzzy. "Can I have some coffee?" I asked.
He acquiesced with a nod and poured me a cup. I sat down across from him and finally asked the important question. "Ummm... so can I ask your name?"
"Curtis."
"It's nice to meet you Curtis," I smiled, trying to sound confident in spite of my situation. I pushed my hand across the table, and he shook out the paper before folding it.
"Likewise..."
"Todd. Todd Mitchell," I replied. "Umm... I have another question."
"Why did I rescue you?"
"Something like that," I smiled as I took a sip of the coffee.
Curtis looked at me carefully. "And you don't want to know why I was at the club?"
"A polite boy like me would never ask that," I replied. "I was there. You were there. What's to ask?"
Curtis let a little smile sneak across his face. "Before I say anything, I need to ask you something. Why were you there?"
I shrugged. "I don't really know. I wanted to know what it felt like. I met Stu at another party. And he was helping me find myself, I guess."
"Find yourself?" Curtis' eyes popped out a little.
"Well..." I bushed. "It wasn't like that... well maybe it was. I don't know."
Curtis suddenly laughed. "Well don't get me wrong. You were a fuckin' amazing bottom. But you're a young lad as well as a big one. I think you're good for more things than jumping in a sling."
"I am a bit sore," I had to admit, thinking that Curtis might want to fuck me again right now.
"Ha!" Curtis laughed. "It's ok boy. You're way too sore to be played with. But maybe later."
"Later?" I asked.
He smiled across the table at me. "Well I'm sure you'll want to thank your Daddy for rescuing you."
I looked across the table. Was it true? Had I finally found my Daddy? Was my journey finally over? "I think I know exactly how to do that," I replied.
"You think you do boy, you think you do," Curtis smiled. "But this won't be just you throwing your legs up in the air will it? You show some good promise. Though I saw you there last night and I thought no, you shouldn't be just giving it up. I think you need to be taught your worth. And I think only a Daddy to do that for you."
"Maybe I do," I found myself grinning in agreement.
"Have you ever heard of the phrase `A top that bottoms'?" Curtis asked.
"No but I think I get the idea," I replied, suddenly feeling ravenously hungry for breakfast.
"Good because that's what we need to turn you into," Curtis said.
"Ok," I replied slowly. "So now I have to ask. What do you think it means?"
"Basically no one should get to fuck you without them thinking they have converted a top into a bottom," Curtis explained.
"Ah!" I nodded my head. This sounded eminently sensible. "So how do I do this?"
"It's the attitude first that you need to adopt," Curtis advised me. "It also means you can't be lazy anymore."
"Damn! Really?" I chuckled, though I knew there was real meaning behind the expectation.
My time with Curtis would turn out to include some of the happiest sex in my entire life. I was finally mature enough to not believe this was going to be a relationship in the traditional sense. Instead we both saw it for what it was. We would message each other occasionally and it became clear that we would both make the effort to meet up. More often than not, Curtis would come to my place. I suggested I greet him naked on my hands and knees, but Curtis rejected the idea, explaining that I had to enjoy being his boy, rather than just be his toy.
He did surprise and delight me though on the first encounter by picking me up and placing me on the countertop. My naked arse touched the cold, stainless steel and sent shivers through my body, taking me back to when I was a little boy. He pulled me close to the edge, my legs dangling over, and I found Curtis' thick cock waiting for me.
"Ohhh, yeah man!" I moaned, thought I was unable to stop myself from grinning. "Daddy's home."
"Hey!" Curtis said gruffly. "This is supposed to be serious."
Well that was going to make me laugh even more and Curtis couldn't help himself from grinning too. "Cheeky imp," he laughed.
I wrapped my arms around him and looked into his eyes. "I'm bad I know but this has got to be the hottest thing a daddy has ever done to me. Just..." I gasped unable to get anything more out as he slipped his cock deeper into me. "Oh hell."
"Now that wiped the cheeky grin off your face didn't it?" he growled.
I then wrapped my legs around him, impaling myself further, regained my sense of control and tried to growl, "Yeah? Why don't you show me how big you are!" But it came out with a little squeal as well and I blushed.
Curtis chuckled. A big, hearty man-like chuckle. "We've got some work to do," he said before he slid his cock in again and I fell into his arms.
There was something about sex with Curtis that made me so... happy. Yes happy was the right word. Maybe I had finally come to terms with who I was, maybe he was just that good, who knew? Whatever the case I found myself genuinely happy to fall into his arms. Of course I offered him a little of the submissive, but he was clear that he didn't want any part of that from me. We would meet up, we would chat about things happening in our life, we would kiss and then we would fuck on any surface he felt would hold us. I felt comfortable, even empowered with Curtis. I no longer found sex a power struggle and I was even able to suggest how the sex went, I was able to make him quiver with excitement when I rimmed him, I was even able to slide a couple of fingers up him when he wanted to cum.
I also knew the rules that managed our encounters. He obviously had a partner, but I chose not to enquire about them, just like I chose not to enquire about Curtis' surname! And in return for my discretion I was rewarded with plenty of `more than pleasant sex' and the occasional meal out. It was during one of those meals that Curtis shocked me in a way I never thought possible.
"Sean would like to meet you."
"Who's Sean?" I innocently asked as I delicately toyed with my pasta.
"My partner," Curtis explained.
My heart skipped a beat as I recovered with a "Your business partner?"
"No," Curtis grinned over the top of his wine glass. "My life partner."
"How does he know about me?" I tried to control my nerves. I had not bargained for this. Was I to be punished for not thinking through my actions of sleeping with another man's partner?
"Oh relax!" Curtis smiled. "He knows. He's known about you for quite a while."
"And he's ok with it?"
"Well..." Curtis shrugged disarmingly. "I wouldn't go so far... But he understands the reality of our situation."
"Which is?"
"We both travel a lot for work, and I cannot just sit at home waiting for him. Plus we have been together many years."
"Do all gay relationships end up like this?" I asked.
Curtis shrugged again. "I daresay there are some who can stay monogamous, but we are not one of them."
"Does Sean sleep with other guys too?" I asked.
"Probably," Curtis said though I did wonder if their relationship was a little more one-sided than the other. "He's just curious about you," he added with another shrug. "He knows we're spending lots of time together and it, I don't know... it discourages him from doubt if he sees you in the flesh."
"He sees that I'm not too attractive then?" I laughed, though I still felt uncomfortable about the situation.
"Yes exactly," Curtis said oblivious to the insult.
I'm not entirely sure why I agreed but the next time I `popped' over to see Curtis, the door was opened by a tall American of Scandinavian origin. "You must be Todd," he said with not the hint of a smile crossing his face.
"Sean?" I asked cautiously.
"Hmm," he said in reply. "Come on in."
I walked in carefully, wondering which room to go into before Sean snarkily said, "Well I'm sure you know the way."
I headed into the kitchen and decided that two could play at this game. "So..." I said, turning back to face Sean and grasping my hands together in supplication, "Can I offer you a glass of wine or something?"
Sean's eyes bugged out and I rolled my eyes with bemusement before adding, "Kidding, kidding."
Sean at least gave a half smile and called out, "Curtis your boy toy is here."
"Coming!" Curtis replied as if was the most natural thing in the world. "Have you offered him a glass of wine?"
When we both chorused "yes" back, Sean gave a half chuckle and said, "Ok I give you that one. You're funny, I can see why Curtis likes you."
"I bet you would too if we spent some time together," I said.
"Probably," Sean said. "But it's not going to happen."
"Look I don't want to come between you two."
Sean placed a hand on my shoulder and patronisingly remarked, "There's nothing wrong with your ego is there? You're not that much of a catch you know."
`Sheesh' I sighed to myself. Clearly I'd walked into a situation I didn't want to get involved with.
Curtis suddenly appeared with a look that suggested he wasn't at all fazed by the scene where his partner met his lover. I'd never asked him about his background. Perhaps he had French ancestry? For surely only the French could suggest something like that. "Everyone good? Where's that glass of wine we were talking about?"
I sensibly let Sean get a bottle of wine out of the fridge and within a short time the liquor libation seemed to have relaxed everyone. In reality Sean was a nice guy -- underneath that gruff exterior! And it was clear that he preferred someone he knew to spend time with his partner while he was out of the country. It was also clear from Curtis that no one was ever going to come between them.
After the second glass of wine I decided I had done my duty and should leave. So I stood up and went to shake Sean's hand.
"Nice to meet you Sean," I said.
"That's it?" he snapped.
"I should do anything further?" I asked.
"Sure you should," Sean smiled for the first time. "I don't see why I should miss out on experiencing your alleged skills."
"Oh... OK!" I said, suddenly realising the full extent of what had been planned. "So I'm the cameo tonight hey?"
"Sorry?" Curtis look perplexed.
But Sean's eyes lit up. "Exactly!" he declared. "You're right. I do like him," he said to Curtis.
"I don't get it though. A cameo?" Curtis asked.
"My job is to enlarge the sexual experience," I explained. "For the both of you. I'm here to do whatever is necessary to add a bit of spice to the encounter. Hence I'm the cameo role in this production."
"Ah!" Curtis agreed, nodding sagely.
"So what are we waiting for?" I said enthusiastically. Honestly at this stage I was less enthusiastic than I usually was but hey, I'd promised them a cameo role and I was going to deliver.
"Australians," sighed Sean as if my enthusiasm was both a national habit and a failing. But he got up and headed to the bedroom with us. I was somewhat fascinated to see Sean and Curtis in bed together, a couple who had been together so long that they must have known their way around each other's bodies.
We all got naked very quickly and I started to kiss Sean. As the cameo I felt it was important for me to pay more attention to Sean, the one in the couple who I was less attracted to. Not that Sean was of course, unattractive. But Curtis meant so much more to me as my Daddy. I worked my way down Sean's body, licking his abs and then his pubes before I was able to start work on his dick. Curtis had taught me well though. I wasn't just a sex toy anymore. I was a fully-fledge operative with a role to play.
I could feel Curtis' body against my own, his weight against my arse as he lent over me to kiss Sean. They seemed to forget me for a moment, touching each other. I slipped down so I was laying on the bed and I could gaze up at them. Each hand that felt the others body did so with a careful movement. Sean stroked the back of Curtis' neck in a beautiful way that I felt immediately jealous of. Then Sean looked down and caught my eye. "I think both of you can share me," he smirked.
Curtis winked at me, and he came down to my level on the bed before guiding me so that we both licked and sucked Sean's cock at the same time.
"Oh yeah that's the stuff," Sean moaned, for once not sounding sarcastic. His height and wingspan meant that he could lean down and stroke my back and arse as I pleasured him. And then do the same to Curtis. It shocked me a little, though I don't know why I thought that Curtis would exclusively be a top.
Curtis and I continued to lavish attention on Sean's cock before Sean gave his husband a slight nudge and Curtis rolled over onto his back. Curtis turned out to be completely compliant to Sean. At first I was convinced it showed Sean as the real Alpha but then I realised it wasn't so basic. Curtis was simply happy to roll over for Sean and be submissive because it showed how real and open their relationship was. If I ever got a relationship that good I was going to hang onto it, I promised myself.
I sat beside and watched before Sean looked over at me and ordered, "Make yourself useful!" Which I took as code to feed Curtis my dick so that he was distracted enough to let Sean's inside him. This seemed to meet with Sean's satisfaction before I decided that nipping around behind him and playing with his arse would help even more. It did. Sean didn't object and he was soon groaning as he took long drives into his husband's arse. Sean however wasn't ready for it to be over. He rolled Curtis onto his side, and I dove down and sucked on Curtis' dick. Then Curtis rode him, meaning I had to alternate between licking Curtis' arse as it rose and fell and Sean's balls as they banged up against his husband's arse.
Eventually I heard the words, "I'm cuming, I'm cuming," and I felt a little grateful. As arousing as it had been to watch and participate, I knew Sean was out to prove a point -- and I was sensible enough to take it. Curtis got up, smiled at me, and kissed me before heading for the showers, leaving the two of us alone.
"I should go now," I said, looking around for my clothes.
"I was wrong Todd," Sean suddenly said. "I do like you."
"That's what you said before," I protested.
"I was lying then," Sean replied, without any guilt. "But now I can see you are a good guy."
"Thanks," I agreed. "That means a lot."
"You didn't cum," he suddenly stated.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I can wank at home. Not my place to demand it, is it? If it had happened, well..."
"Need some help?"
"Sure," I smirked. "You can get on your hands and knees and take it."
Sean rolled his yes. "Gotta say it for my husband. He knows how to create an Alpha." And then to my complete shock, Sean rolled on his back, opened his legs, and said, "Give it your best shot!"